Auriel and Alone @shellshocker2
For the longest time, Auriel had always appreciated being alone. It was so rare, with so many often needing her Hope - from her own angels, to the skittish scholars of Fate, the maudlin angels of Wisdom, or even the angels who so often dealt with matters of Justice. Even Imperius had occasionally requested her presence among his angels, particularly after hard battles (and it was truly incredible what Valor and Hope together could do.)
Of course, she didn’t mind spending so much time with others. In fact, the Aspect of Hope thrived on that contact. This did not mean she couldn’t enjoy a little down time in her Gardens, when no one needed her, and she could enjoy herself.
Except now. Oh, now.
Malthael was gone, slaughtered in his own madness, and Tyrael too, continuing his life on Sanctuary. Or at least, as far as they knew this was the case. The Archangel of Hope had never expected to ever lose any member of the council, but losing two in such rapid succession had split them wide open.
Imperius was furious, and Auriel knew he was (hiding) in pain. Itherael had closed in on themselves ever since the attack on Heaven by Diablo, but now they were near silent after Malthael’s assault. Both had retreated into their respective realms, taking their angels (and those remaining from the lost aspects) with them. And leaving Auriel to her own.
The Archangel of Hope found herself pacing the length of her Gardens, trilling and humming fretfully to herself. Something was brewing. Something had to break. But just what - or who - would it be?
Auriel usually appreciated being alone. She’d never wished more fitfully for the company of the other Councilors.
